[Marsh.]

Me:

Take my hand, stay Kirk
Heaven's not
Ready for you
Every part
Of my aching heart
Needs you more
Than the angels do

Boy
Where do you think you're goin'?
Where do you think you're goin'
Goin', boy?
Boy
Where do you think you're goin'?
Where do you think you're going boy?

Kirk:

When I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one, good one
Tell me that you'll be the good one, good one
Baby, I just need one good one to stay